Page 25 of Easy To Lose

Owen

Fuck me.

The second that picture comes through on my phone, I know I’m a dead man. How the hell am I supposed to resist her when she looks like a goddess in white lace? Thank God I’m standing behind the front desk because the erection I’m sporting would definitely turn some heads, and the only head I want to turn is currently buying lingerie that hugs every amazing curve of her body.

I’ve dreamt about what Morgan would look like dripping in lace, lying on my bed and throwing her head back in ecstasy. And from the way my body reacted to seeing that photo? God knows I won’t have a chance in hell of resisting her much longer.

“Incoming,” Matt whispers as my eyes move in the direction of the front door, only to see Bailey strolling in as if she owns the place.

“Fuck...” I mutter, placing my phone beside the computer, rounding the counter and cutting her off before she can get too far.

“What are you doing here, Bailey?” Her eyes go wide as if she’s surprised that I’m agitated by the fact that she’s here yet again, even though I’ve asked her repeatedly to stay away.

“I wanted to work out,” she says, giving me a coy smile as she plays with a loose strand of her hair. That move used to make me fall to my knees. But now? Now, I just want her to leave me the fuck alone.

“Really? In jeans and a halter top?” I question, knowing full well that’s not why she’s here. “Come on, Bailey, just tell me what you want so I can get back to work.” Or better yet, go find Morgan and sample that lingerie for myself.

“Can’t a girl come and watch some hot guys work out?” She eyes Matt, who just rolls his eyes and goes back to training. Bailey doesn’t take her eyes off Matt as I shake my head and walk back to the front counter. I know she thinks she’s making me jealous, but honestly, it’s laughable that Matt would want anything to do with her.

“Owen, I need you for a sec!” Matt calls from across the room. I take a deep breath and pass Bailey, who hooks her fingers around my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Owen, please. I just want to talk.” Nope. Not interested.

“Don’t be afraid to let yourself out while I’m gone,” I mutter, taking her hand and lifting it off my arm as I walk away. I hope she takes the hint.

The second I get to within inches of where Matt is standing, he whispers, “Just thought you could use an out.” I look back at Bailey, who leans against the front counter, looking directly at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Thanks, man. I’m going to the back for a bit. Organize some shit in the office. Let me know when she’s gone and it’s safe to return.” He slaps me on the back, squeezing my shoulder for good measure.

“I told you a year ago she was a bad idea.” He did, and I was too preoccupied by the fact that she was hot and willing, something that, at the time, was the most important thing to me. But now? Now, I want more.

“Shut up.” I laugh as I head back into the office, checking over my shoulder one last time and seeing Bailey leaning in the same spot, her eyes following my every move.

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I’m just pulling up to Morgan’s driveway as her front door opens. I watch as she leans against the doorjamb. She’s wearing a simple black dress that hugs every curve, and with her blond hair down in waves framing that gorgeous face, she looks like an angel.

“Hey there, stranger,” Morgan says as I walk up the front steps of her house and stop an inch from where she’s standing. Her head tilts back, her eyes meet mine, and what I see staring back at me is a look I’ve never seen before. At least, not from Morgan. She kisses me lightly on the lips as she turns away and walks back into the house. I know she wants me to follow her, but all I can do is stand there and watch her walk away. Because the roll of her hips, the way her head turns as she beckons me inside, tells me I’m in big trouble.

“M, you look gorgeous,” I mutter, walking up behind her and grabbing her hips, hauling her against me. The moment my fingers inch their way past her hips and down the sides of her thighs, I feel it—the unmistakable ridge of that lingerie. I groan. “Are you wearing what I think you are?” I whisper against the skin of her neck, loving the shiver that goes through her as my lips trail up, stopping at the shell of her ear. “Because I’ve been thinking about that picture all day, baby, and my control is wearing thin.” She leans her head against my chest as my fingers dig into her thighs, inching up her dress, exposing the garter belt and the top of her stockings. Fuck me, she’s a sight to behold.

“What if I don’t want you to be in control?” She groans as her hands find mine and she pushes them lower, under the fabric of her dress, against her bare skin. The confidence in her touch, the way her body moves against mine is fucking sexy as hell, and when my fingers find the edge of her panties, she sags against me.

“Fuck, M, you are driving me crazy.” She says nothing as her ass grinds against my now rock-hard cock that strains against the front of my jeans. The heat coming off her pussy is intoxicating as I find her clit and gently tease it over the fabric. “Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly, watching her eyes close as her hand grabs mine and keeps it against her heat. I can feel how wet she is and know the answer before she even says a word.

“Yes…” She groans, using my fingers for her pleasure as I simply stand there and just watch. Her fingers dig into my hand as she starts to grind against me, getting closer and closer to the orgasm I know she wants. But before she can, I pull away and turn her to face me.

“I need you to be totally sure,” I say, taking her face in my hands and sealing my lips to hers. It doesn’t take much for the kiss to get out of hand, but this time, Morgan’s the one that backs away.

“You want to know if I’m sure?” she asks, and I stand there motionless, nodding my head as she reaches behind her and pulls the zipper of her dress down her back past the curve of her ass. I watch it fall to the floor.

I can’t describe the sound that escapes my lips as I take in the white lace bra that barely covers her breasts. My mouth salivates at the sight of the mounds spilling out over the edge of the cups, just waiting for my lips. Then my eyes travel south, over the curve of her stomach, landing on the strip of fabric covering her pussy, and the garter belt that barely holds up the sheer tights surrounding her thighs. She looks like a goddamn pinup girl. There isn’t a man on Earth that could stand where I am and not sink to his knees at the sight. She looks like a sex goddess. She looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, and for the first time in weeks, I realize that she’s mine. Right here, right now, she’s giving herself to me. And, fuck me, I’m ready to take her.

Chapter 21

Morgan

Owen’s eyes never leave me as I walk toward him, my hips swaying in a way that I know accentuates my curves, allowing him to see every inch of what I have on display. My heart beats so fast and so strong that I swear if he gets close enough, he’ll hear it. As his eyes drink me in, I wait for the inevitable. I wait for the nervous feeling to settle in my stomach; for the fear to paste itself over my skin and stay there, ruining the moment. But I feel nothing. All I feel are the butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of his hands on my skin. All I can focus on are his eyes as they cascade over every inch of my body, his hands fisting at his sides the closer I get, almost as if he’s waiting for me to make the first move.

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